"I've been under so much stress. I probably fainted. Oh my god, fainting in the mall. That would so embarrassing!" Hey, elf. Santa needs a little help..." A voice boomed behind her."Oh great!" June moaned. "Santa is hitting on me. That is just so wrong!"June turned to face Santa's chair, but instead of the jolly old chubby Saint Nick stereotype who had been there before, there was someone else--a large handsome man dressed in a long, red robe, with a thick, white fur fringe. The robe hung loosely. .. the thing that irks me the most is this shattered prison. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there, not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.'Did Emily Bronte desire a world unavailable to women today? Or was she referring to a state of mind, a shattered prison, perhaps something unfathomable in these days of legislated equality? Elaine. Due to overjoy that day I got little drunk. I felt like I was in love with her and conveyed her the same. I could see tears rolling from her eyes she just hugged me tightly. I couldn’t make out what that hug meant for but later realized. And there the fun started.We became closer then before but never thought of any sexual feelings. She used to stay in my home all the time. It was something like a living in relation but no feelings. We used to sleep together chit chatting all night. in one such. Carol was used to goingnaked whenever possible, as her light, all-over tan indicated, -- and it waspossible all the time in this isolated place -- and Jane, in whom shyness abouther body had been a lifetime embarrassment, was encouraged to follow suit.She found it odd at first, but soon came to enjoy the sense of freedom hernakedness brought her (now that it wasn't enforced) and she soon gladly imitatedher cousin in never wearing anything beneath the thin dresses they both preferred,and they.